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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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When the Living God strode into the locker room, everyone of us stared in awe. He was so handsome and commanding. My foolish, Christian theology was stripped away in an instant. I had denied myself all the pleasures of the flesh. That night, I decided to change things and give myself to Brian.

—First Missionary 1:1-2

Mark Glassner

I had a cocky grin as I left Felicity’s classroom behind. I had found one virgin. Just one more to go.

A young woman swept by me, her honey-blonde hair in plait down her back. I grabbed her arm.

“What the fuck!”

“Are you a virgin?”

“No! Let go of me, asshole.” Her face twisted with anger.

“Everything all right?” a gruff voiced asked. One of the school’s janitors strolled up, his face set.

“This asshole grabbed me!” the girl snarled, trying to twist out of my grip.

I pushed the bitch at him. “Fuck her in the ass,” I commanded. “The little slut’s just begging to be pounded by you.”

“Oh, fuck, I am,” she moaned, her desires banishing her stuck-up attitude and brought a grin to my lips.

“Holy, fuck,” the janitor muttered.

“In fact, blondie, you’re his sex slave. You’ll do whatever he wants and love every second of it.”

The janitor fished out his cock and took her in the hallway while she gasped and moaned. I left them to it. I had a second virgin to find. The search didn’t go well. I wandered through the school, jumping into a few classrooms.

The hour changed and the students began heading to their next classes. I caught a flash of auburn hair in a ponytail. My cock hardened. I hadn’t indulged since the restroom. But something about this girl reminded me of Mary.

I had to fight the crowd to follow her. She had headed outside and was disappearing into a building across the courtyard. I rushed over and entered the building. It was a gym. Students in athletic wear wandered past. I scanned for her.

Auburn disappeared into a girl’s locker room.

A smile crossed my face and I sauntered in that direction. When I was in school, I had always wanted to walk into the girls locker room and feast my eyes on an entire room full of forbidden flesh. Today, I would do more than look at them.

I followed the auburn-haired coed into the locker room. I was not disappointed by the sight. Everywhere I looked there were young women half undressed, putting on sports bras, pulling on gym shorts and t-shirts. A girl shrieked and everyone froze, covering their naked flesh with whatever was at hand.

A female gym teacher stood up from her office and stormed out as the girls shrieked and yelled. “What the hell are you doing?” the gym teacher demanded. She was a bulldog of a woman, face reddening in anger, and looked like she could just tear my head off barehanded if she wanted to.

“You, go teach the guys today, and don’t tell anyone what’s going on in here!” I barked. “Girls, line up naked before me. You’re all eager to show your flesh and do whatever I tell you.”

“What?” the gym teacher gasped as she walked out of the locker room, her face stunned.

The fifteen or so young women all gasped and began stripping naked. A confused buzz echoing through the locker room as the girls questioned each other, wonder what was happening. My cock raged hard as I pulled off my clothes.

“Umm, you sluts are so fucking hot,” I groaned, stroking my cock.

Some of the girls flushed and a few even boldly looked at my dick.

“Who are you?” a buxom lass asked.

“I’m Mark Glassner,” I grinned. “And you all love to do what I say and please me.”

“We do,” moaned the auburn-haired girl.

Stripped, all fifteen sexy sluts lined up before me. They were short and tall, curvy and skinny. Some had big breasts, others little ones. All their breasts were perky with youth, nipples pointing upward and bouncing as they walked. Most had pubic hair, only a few were shaved bare. Some had hairy, thick bushes, while others were neatly trimmed for bikini season. Some were skinny, and some were pleasantly plump.

“Do any of you have intact hymens?” I asked.

They all shook their heads. “Damn,” I muttered. “I guess I’ll try to enjoy fucking you all anyways.”

A few giggled, their hips shifting.

“You all are getting hot and wet,” I commanded and they moaned, their nipples hardening. “You all want to cum.”

“Yes,” a few moaned, their hands sliding across their bellies towards their pussies.

“For gym class today, we’re going to have ourselves a nice little orgy! So grab a partner and discover how great it is to pleasure another woman.”

Friends paired up with friends and the locker room was filled with feminine sighs, moans, giggles, and gasps. Addison—the slightly plump, in a kinda sexy way, redhead I met earlier—sat on a bench while a Black girl ate her cunt. An Asian and a White girl were sixty-nining on the floor. Two blondes were making out while playing with each other’s breasts.

My cock throbbed. I grabbed the busty brunette. She giggled as I pulled her to my side. “What’s your name, slut?”

“Daffodil,” she moaned, her hot pussy humping on my side.

“Ever given a titty fuck?”

She shook her head.

I sat down next to Addison. “Well, slut, on your knees and wrap those delicious tits around my cock.”

“Yes, sir,” Daffodil gasped as she fell to her knees, her impressive tits bouncing.

I groaned as she wrapped those soft mounds about my cock. She pressed her pillowy flesh together and slid them up my dick. They were so soft as she fucked them up and down on my cock. I groaned, savoring the sensation shooting down my shaft.

“Have her lick your tip,” Addison moaned next to me, her face flushed. “I love to do that when I give a titty fuck, Mark.”

I grinned at Addison as she squirmed on the Black girl’s mouth. “You heard her, slut. Lick.”

Daffodil’s pink tongue swirled around the tip of my cock every time it emerged from between her pillowy tits. The brief flick of her tongue made my cock shudder every time. My balls tightened. I groaned as I shifted on the bench.

“That’s it, slut! I’m going to cover your face in my spunk!”

“Do it!” moaned Addison. “Then I’ll lick it off! That would be so hot!”

“Oh, wow,” Daffodil moaned between tongue swipes. “That’s so…hot!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Addison. “Oh, fuck! Keep licking me! Shit!”

Addison squirmed as she came on the Black girl’s face. She rocked on the bench, her face turning as red as her hair. My cock ached. Daffodil’s amazing tits caressed me. I shuddered and groaned as the pressure built.

“Shit!” I grunted as my cock erupted, spilling my cum all across Daffodil’s heaving breasts and beautiful face. “Fuck, that was nice.”

“Wow,” Daffodil moaned, her face dripping with spunk.

“Damn!” Addison moaned. The redhead and the Black girl pulled Daffodil down and licked my cum off her big titties before sucking on her brown nipples. My cock throbbed hard at the sight. Addison’s tongue liked down Daffodil’s body.

“Umm, look what I found,” Addison moaned right before she buried her face into Daffodil’s dripping cunt.

I stood and looked around, wondering who I should fuck next. It was a wild orgy. Girls were moaning and gasping, draped over benches or lying on the concrete floor. My cock throbbed. I shoved it in whatever hole I could. I didn’t last long in any of them, eager to erupt in every girl I could. I fucked a Latina girl’s ass while a Black girl sucked on my balls. Then I made the Black girl eat my cum out of the Latina slut’s ass while I fucked the Black girl from behind.

Addison tribbed an Asian girl on the floor. If found Daffodil getting her cunt eaten out by the auburn-haired chick that had originally lured me into locker room. I wanted to fuck her hot cunt. I moved towards auburn, but a petite, Asian slut hugged me and kissed me.

I was so easily distracted.

I fucked Asian slut’s ass hard while a blonde ate out her cunt. I flooded her ass and left the Asian girl moaning in delight as she came on the blonde’s face. I went looking for the auburn-haired chick. The gym class had to be getting over with soon, and I wanted to enjoy the siren that led me here.

In the shower, a daisy chain of five girls moaned and gasped as they ate each other’s pussies. The sight distracted me. They all were moaning and every few minutes one would cum, bucking and shouting her orgasm. Was anything more beautiful than young women pleasuring each other?

Mary, of course, but nothing else could compare.

I tore my gaze away from the daisy chain and spotted the auburn-haired slut. She sat on a bench, Addison’s face buried between her thighs. I moved towards her, my cock hard, ignoring a pair of girls begging to suck my cock as they humped their cunts together.

“There he is,” moaned the auburn-haired slut.

“Time to get fucked,” I grinned.

“Umm, you’ll love it, Suzette,” Addison grinned, lifting her face up. “She’s so uptight. I’ve been trying to get her to have fun for years.”

“Well, I’m having fun now,” Suzette moaned.

I seized Suzette’s ponytail and pulled her up. She giggled as I led her to a bench. “Bend over, slut,” I grinned, smacking her ass.

“Pound her cunt!” moaned Addison as she licked her sticky lips. “She’ll love it.”

“I’m so horny!” Suzette moaned. “The news is right! You make people act weird.”

“But you love it,” I growled as she bent over the wooden bench.

“Oh, yes!” Suzette shuddered as I rubbed my cock against her tight pussy. “You’re different! I love my boyfriend, but I just can’t help letting you fuck me.”

I slammed into her cunt. She was tight. “Virgin?”

“Yes!” she moaned. “Brian and I were saving ourselves for marriage! Oh, he’ll be so disappointed that he missed out on my virginity.”

“His loss!” I groaned as I pounded her. “Damn, you’re tight.”

“Wow!” Suzette’s pussy clenched on my pounding cock. “Oh, wow! That’s so amazing! Yes! No wonder people love to fuck! Yes, yes! Brian and I could have been having fun! Oh, yes!”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned. “What is he, gay?”

“No, no! We’re…Christians!” she gasped.

“Sex is something that should be enjoyed!” My hips sped up. My balls slapped into her pussy. “Damn! I need to straighten him out!”

Suzette shuddered beneath me, her pussy writhing about my cock as she came. She gasped and squeaked. I fucked her harder. Her slim ass jiggled, her cheeks rippling as I slammed into her hot depths. My balls smacked her ass.

“That’s it! Cum, you fucking slut!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Suzette moaned. “I’m a slut! Oh, wow! I love it!”

I seized her ponytail, pulling hard on it as I pounded her. Suzette’s innocent face twisted in passion. I almost wanted to keep her as a sex slave. She was sexy and delicious. But she was too much like my Mary. Brian deserved to have the slut.

“You’re Brian’s slave and lover,” I groaned. “You want him to tie you up and spank you. You want him to clamp your nipples and cane your ass. You want to be his pain slut!”

“Oh, my god, yes!” Her pussy writhed about my cock a second time.

“You want him to humiliate you!”

“So badly!” the former, innocent virgin screamed as her orgasm reached its peak. I had corrupted her.

My cock erupted into her depths.

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April Lovel

“Dude,” a nerdy guy said as he sat down near my table in the cafeteria. “If you want to finally fuck a girl, you got to find that Mark dude. He’s wandering the school. He’ll hook you up.”

“What?” his friend asked. “Really?”

“Yeah. I fucked Mrs. Blythe for my first time. Then I had Maricruz after Mark finished with her,” he grinned. “Damn! Fucking pussy is amazing.”

My cheeks blushed. Guys were such pigs. Like they really could have fucked one of our college teachers. I turned my head and tried to read concentrate on writing my story. It was a short story I was hoping to enter into a contest.

I adjusted my glasses and brushed back my bushy, brown hair as I went back to work. The guys were loud as the pointed out girls in the cafeteria they would want to fuck and how Mark would hook them up.

“I hear he gave a girl to Dean Havener to fuck,” another guy said. “And Addison just posted on Facebook that Mark was in the locker room and had an orgy with the girls.”

“Fuck, I wish I could have been there,” groaned another idiot.

I grit my teeth and shut my laptop. I couldn’t work around these idiots. This was why I was still a virgin. Guys my ages had the maturity of a paramecium. They were just as bad as the Neanderthals back in High School. I had hoped college was different. But I could only afford community college. Maybe if I went to a real college, it would be different.

Probably not.

I strode out of the cafeteria. The library would be quiet. My shoes smacked on the tiles as I marched away and stepped into the hallway. It wasn’t too crowded. A man strode down the hallway. He was vaguely familiar with blue eyes and dark hair, a little out of shape.

My eyes widened as I neared. He was on the news. Mark Glassner. My insides twisted. Those guys weren’t just telling stories. If Mark Glassner was in our school, then he could have gassed all those students and made them have sex.

I tried not to look at him. I wasn’t the hot girl. I was plain, my hair bushy, with glasses. I was a nerd. I prayed he would ignore me.

Mark seized my arm. “Virgin?” he asked, his tone bored.

“Yes,” I bushed, shocked I answered him.

His blue eyes lit up. “Do you still have your hymen?”

His words reached inside of me. Before I could stop myself, I whispered, “Yes.”

Mark blinked in surprise before he lifted up my green skirt. I froze in fear, sucking in my breath as he slid his hand inside my panties. I shivered as he touched my silky pubic hair. I looked around, hoping someone would notice and stop him.

“Please!” I gasped as his finger brushed my pussy.

“Don’t scream,” he ordered, “Just relax. Everything I do is okay.”

Instantly, I was calm. I don’t know why I was so fearful of him caressing my pussy. His finger stirred tingles through me. A hot itch formed between my thighs as he pressed deeper and caressed my hymen.

“Bingo,” he grinned and ripped his hand out. “What’s your name?”

“April Lovel,” I answered, my cheeks burning.

“Good, meet me in front of the administration building after school. Today, you’re getting your cherry popped.”

Then Mark walked off. I stared at him. He whistled and seemed to have a jaunt in his step. His words echoed in my mind. I would obey him. I was losing my virginity today. My knees shook as I stumbled down the hallway.

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Mary Sullivan

Our next stop was the caterer. “They’re the best,” Alison said. “At least that’s what Yelp claims.”

I nodded my head as I drove my Eos through South Hill, following the GPS’s instructions. I was starting to learn the layout, along with learning to hate traffic on Meridian, the main street through South Hill. It was so slow.

I pulled into the caterer’s parking lot ten minutes later. They worked out of a warehouse hidden behind a shopping center. A pair of large trucks with the company’s logo sat out front. I parked the car and went inside.

The caterers were friendly and unattractive. I didn’t have any urge to have the same fun that I had at the florist. They led us to a small kitchen and we sat down at the table.

“We have some of our best dishes prepared,” the Chef nodded, a ruddy-faced man. “We’ll go fetch them.

They were delicious. We were served savory squab that had an amazing seasoning, the flavors bursting in my mouth, followed by a course of pumpkin ravioli. The third dish was an salmon glazed with almonds. They were all so tasty. I had no idea which to choose. It made my head ache. And they had other dishes that filled a gorgeously made menu full of mouth-watering pictures.

“What do you think, Mistress?” Karen asked. “The salmon was delicious.”

Alison made a face. “I liked the squab. Just mouth watering.”

“But the pumpkin ravioli were yummy,” Violet added. “Better than the squab.”

“Can I get some to go to share with my fiancee?” I asked, since my sluts were useless.

“Absolutely,” the chef nodded. “And take our menu. See if there is something else you’d like.”

The next stop was the bakery to order the wedding cake. The baker was a plump, motherly woman. We went through her catalog for what seemed like an hour. The sluts amused themselves by fingering each other in the corner while I was shown the myriad ways a cake could be made. My brain hurt. I didn’t know what to choose.

I wish Mark was here. But he was off at the college. I bet he fucked every slut he came across. He was getting so much pussy while I was stuck doing all this boring stuff. Why did I decide to do this by myself? Why didn’t I go to the school and have fun with Mark?

I finally settled on a triple-layered, white cake decorated with pink and purple frosting flowers, to match my bouquet, and little figures of Mark and I to stand at the top. He even had a redheaded bride figurine, which made me happy. Lastly, he added a white arch stand over us.

My heart thrilled. It was going to be beautiful. Worth all the hassle. I couldn’t wait until our wedding.

I was in a good mood when we piled back into my car. My pussy itched. The sluts had their fun and I was eager to get home so they could finger me. It wasn’t fair at all that they fooled around. Maybe I should spank them?

I loved spanking my sluts. It was so hot making a curvy ass red.

I sped, weaving through traffic. I needed to get home before my poor pussy exploded. I bit my lip and shifted in the seat.

“What’s the rush, Mistress?” Alison asked.

“I need to have my pussy eaten out,” I groaned. “All three of you are going to worship my cunt when we get home.”

“Oh, wonderful, Mistress,” Violet giggled.

Alison licked her lips, her tongue stud flashing. “I’m always ready to please you, Mistress.”

I squeezed my thighs together and drove faster.

Sirens flared in my rear-view mirror. I groaned. Mark sped all the time and he never got pulled over. I pulled off into a retail space for rent and drove along behind it. My pussy was on fire. If this cop was handsome, he would pay for taking my time.

“What’s going on, Mistress?” Alison purred as the cop walked out.

He was handsome man, Asian, with short, black hair. He wore the blue uniform of a Puyallup Police Officer. My pussy clenched. I would make the man beg for interrupting me. I climbed out of the car and boldly faced him.

“Do you know who I am?” I demanded.

The officer’s eyes widened. His nametag read Officer Chan. “Oh, shit. I’m so sorry, Mary.”

He was vaguely familiar. “You were at our house Monday night, right?” I nodded.

“He was, Mistress,” Alison giggled. “I can vouch for that.”

“Take off your uniform,” I demanded. “Alison, cuff his hands behind his back.”

“Yes, Mistress,” purred my slut.

Officer Chan swallowed, but he obeyed me. I shuddered at the power I had. Mark had given every cop in Puyallup a few simple commands. Any of the sluts or I could control them. My pussy soaked my thong as Officer Chan’s muscular, hairless chest came into view.

“Violet, undress me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Violet purred.

My eyes burned as I watched Officer Chan strip. His cock was already growing hard as he stared at my naked breasts. Violet’s hands moved, stripping me. She pulled off my tight jeans and my soaked thong.

Officer Chan groaned. His cock stood hard, rising from his black pubic hair.

“You want to worship me?” I purred as I strode to him.

“Yes, ma’am,” he groaned.

“Mistress,” I snapped and slapped his face. “That’s how you address me, worm.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he groaned.

My pussy clenched in delight.

Alison pulled his handcuffs from his belt and moved behind him. “Don’t resist, worm,” Alison purred.

“I won’t,” Chan groaned as Alison cuffed his hands behind his back.

“On your knees! You’re not worthy to stand before Mistress,” Alison hissed.

The slut knew what I wanted.

Chan fell to his knees on the asphalt. His cock waved before him. I lifted my right foot and stroked his cock. “He’s so pathetic,” I laughed. “The worm is so hard. Look at his little cock.”

“It’s so tiny,” Alison moaned. She nudged Violet.

“Oh, yes, so tiny, Mistress,” Violet squeaked.

“His cock isn’t worthy of your pussy, Mistress,” Karen moaned.

I nodded my head. “Definitely not.” I seized Officer Chan’s hair. “You inconvenienced me, worm.”

“I’m so sorry, Mistress,” groaned Chan. “I didn’t know it was your car.”

“You can apologize better than that,” Alison hissed.

“I humbly beg your forgiveness, beautiful Mistress.”

“Not good enough,” I hissed and slapped his face. His cock throbbed. I spread my thighs.

Alison seized Chan’s hair and shoved his face into my pussy. “Apologize,” she ordered and smacked his ass.

Chan moaned into my pussy, and then his tongue flailed through my folds. I shuddered as I ground on the weak man’s face. He was so pathetic and hard and that made my pussy spark with more plasure. Alison spanked his ass again, bringing another groan from Chan.

“His small cock is still hard,” Karen laughed and smacked her hand into Chan’s ass.

“He’s so pathetic,” I growled as I humped my hips. My clit rubbed across his face. The pleasure shuddered through me. “He’s a weak, pathetic worm. The only part of him good enough is his tongue. That’s the only way he can please a woman.”

“He definitely can’t with this little thing,” Alison laughed, smacking his cock.

Chan groaned again, his lips working faster. His tongue flicked through my folds. I shuddered and moaned in delight. “Keep spanking the worm! He spoiled my afternoon.”

Alison and Karen took turns smacking Chan’s ass. I groaned in delight. The pleasure and power rushed through me. I gripped Chan’s hair, guiding his lips to lick and nuzzle at all the wonderful spots of my pussy.

“You’re so pathetic and weak!” I hissed as my orgasm swelled. “You’re not strong like my Mark. Cops are supposed to be strong, but you can’t help being weak. You’re being spanked and your little dick is so hard! Pathetic!”

“Pathetic!” Alison hissed. “He’s a little sissy!”

“A sissy cop who loves to be abused!” Karen moaned as she spanked the cop’s ass.

Alison smacked his cock again. Officer Chan shuddered and groaned. Alison gasped in disbelief. “The pathetic worm just came from me hitting his cock, Mistress!”

My orgasm crashed through me. “You’re such a sissy wimp!” I howled as the pleasure rushed through me. The wimpy cop drank my juices as I writhed on his face. My back arched and my knees weakened at the rush of pleasure.

“Drink it all down, you fucking sissy!” I hissed as my orgasm reached its peak. I let go of his hair and stepped back. “That took the edge off. But I need to find a real cock to fuck me.”

“You won’t find it here,” Alison laughed, shaking Chan’s softening dick.

“Uncuff him and let’s go,” I commanded. I walked back to my car and climbed in naked. Violet gathered my clothes as Karen uncuffed the man. Alison spanked his red ass one last time before she hopped in the car.

“Mistress, that was such fun,” Alison laughed. “I’m so fucking horny right now.”

“Then let’s get home,” I grinned and left Officer Chan getting dressed. “And you sluts can fuck each other silly upstairs.”

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